Levy

 In my search for the neighborhood cat Red, I found a new loop that could possibly become a standard. It starts on the Levy Trail and extends to a hilly lap around the apartments in which John Kelly once lived. Those apartments, by the way, now have the filthiest grounds I have seen. Trash was strewn everywhere. It looked almost fake, like a Hollywood set. The loop also included a dog who scared the heck out of me. That moment was highlighted by an overweight, cigarette-smoking, sixty-five-year-old robe-clad woman who rushed out to scream at the fifty-pound powderkeg. I had to look hard for Red. Still, at the last moment, I saw her peer toward me from his house as he napped on top of a recliner placed very near a front window. The Red Loop took me 37:34.